IT IS OFFICIAL.

I took Stacey out yesterday. We went for massages at Spa Sydell, then dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. When she was about two-thirds done with her cheesecake (and therefore likely to be in good spirits), I got down on one knee, gave her the ring and asked her to marry me.

She was not disinclined to acquiesce to my request.

We don't have a date set, or anything like that. We're handling things one at a time, and next on the agenda will be closing on the house this Friday.

Chris pointed out something that both Stacey and I realized is pointedly true: I did everything bass-ackwards. I got the kids, then the house, then the wedding.

What can I say? I gotta be meeeeeeee. . . . .